Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 6
“Ain’tnothin’hereexceptthathillandthemotherhills.Thisoughttobeacountryroadalonghere.An’overthereoughttobegardens,an’trees,an’housesbehindbigstonewalls.An’overthere,ontheotherside,inholesintherocksoughttobewheretheyburieddeadfolks.Youseethisplace?—theyusedtothrowstonesatpeoplethereuntiltheykilled’m.Ineverseen’mdoit.Theyjusttoldmeaboutit.”
“Andthehill?”themissionaryasked,pointingtothecentralpartoftheprint,forwhichthephotographseemedtohavebeentaken.“Canyoutellusthenameofthehill?”
Ishookmyhead.
“Neverhadnoname.Theykilledfolksthere.I’veseem’mmore’nonce.”
“Thistimeheagreeswiththemajorityoftheauthorities,”announcedthemissionarywithhugesatisfaction.“ThehillisGolgotha,thePlaceofSkulls,or,asyouplease,sonamedbecauseitresemblesaskull.Noticetheresemblance.Thatiswheretheycrucified—”Hebrokeoffandturnedtome.“Whomdidtheycrucifythere,youngscholar?Telluswhatelseyousee.”
Oh,Isaw—myfatherreportedthatmyeyeswerebulging;butIshookmyheadstubbornlyandsaid:
“Iain’ta-goin’totellyoubecauseyou’relaughin’atme.Iseenlotsan’lotsofmenkilledthere.
